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About Frankfurt

Oh, and the typos—my bad, yo, fat fingers, rushin’ this shit. Tash’d probly laugh, sayin’, “Drake, you sloppy as my last trick!” LOL, she was savage. Hated seein’ her bruised up tho—pimps are trash, straight up. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but one time she rolled up with a black eye, smilin’ anyway, like, “I’m still breathin’, fam.” Tough as nails, that girl. *Pianist* vibes again—“I’ll play through the silence,” she’d say, or some poetic shit like that.

Schwer zu vergleichen: Probleme bei den Zahlen

In den meisten Fällen verkaufen Frauen ihren Körper in unscheinbaren Wohnungen, die nach außen hin nicht direkt zu erkennen geben, was sie sind: Prostitutionsstätten.

The heart? Oh man, it’s wrappin’ round the old brick walls of Marktstrasse. There’s this pub by the corner – “Zum Alten Adler” – where every Friday night, I see the weirdest mix of characters swipin’ right on my app. Crazy scenes, kinda like in Zodiac – those mysterious faces, know what I mean?

Neo-Nazis march in the wrong direction